


drift

by usoverlooked



Category: Pacific Rim (2013), Young Justice (Cartoon)
Genre: Alternate Universe - Pacific Rim Fusion, F/M
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2013-07-31
Updated: 2013-07-31
Packaged: 2017-12-22 00:41:13
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,931
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/906874
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/usoverlooked/pseuds/usoverlooked
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>The one where everyone's a Jaeger pilot.</p>
            </blockquote>





	drift

**Author's Note:**

  * For [satellites (radish_earring)](https://archiveofourown.org/gifts?recipient=satellites+%28radish_earring%29).



> HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DARLING LITTLE SPEEDSTER LOVING SWEETHEART GWENNIFER (a catch to date) MAY YOU TURN 21 WITH GRACE AND ALCOHOL AND ELEGANCE. 
> 
>  
> 
> Also, p.s. everyone else: this is admittedly stronger at the start but y'know that's life, etc and so on.

When The Kaiju attacked, the world changed. For Lois Lane, it meant being thrown into the world of Kaiju-focused journalism - the first newscast featured her, bright-eyed with fear and excitement, the spray of water in her hair as she reported bravely on the new banks of the California coast. For Dinah Lance, it meant suddenly finding a new program to work in - the government formed the “Kaiju Containment Brigade” within seventy-two hours of the first sighting. For Lawrence Crock, it meant a chance at a prison break - the walls of San Francisco’s prison cracked in the madness, he looked out at the brawling world and ran with a smile. For Dick Grayson, it meant an earthquake in Russia ruining a trick for his parents - his eyes glazed over in shock before they hit the ground. These and a million other stories began, the world changing with a spiderweb of cracks that all led back to that first Kaiju smashing down the Golden Gate bridge. All the stories are, admittedly, interesting, tragic or beautiful or frightening and deserve focus. Yet none of those are the main point of this tale, though they all relate, like the crossing of railroad tracks. This is the story of Wally West and Artemis Crock, the two co-pilots who saved the world. But that’s jumping ahead. The best place to start is the beginning, so perhaps we should start there.

  
  
  


Wally West is fifteen. He enjoys wolf-whistling at Linda Park, science experiments and running on the track team. To say he is a geek is not entirely inaccurate - the track team usually ignores him nearly as much as the aforementioned Miss Park. The first Kaiju attacks and he watches it all safely from the middle of Kansas as he puts away new polo shirts for his sophomore year.

In January of the next year, Wally watches his uncle - the one everyone says he takes after - head off for work on some secret government project. It’s nearly a year later before he sees him during a news report. They call his machine a Jaeger. Wally falls a little bit in love with it.

 

Artemis Crock is fourteen. She hates her classmates, her apartment building with the gangsters that wolf-whistle at her as she passes and looking at the empty bed her sister left behind. To say she is angry is an astute assessment - the only time she truly smiles is when her mother makes her tea and cookies. The first Kaiju attacks and her teeth shake with the impact as her mother begins praying in her native language.

In December of that year, Artemis and her mother are relocated to Colorado - a land of rivers, trees, mountains and no beaches. It’s more than a year before Artemis hears about a way to take down the damned Kaiju, the machine and its operators bursting out of every headline. They call them Jaeger pilots. Artemis truly smiles at the idea of being one.

  
  
  


Their stories may seem unconnected - or at the least, so commonplace that they are unworthy of note. A bitter girl and a hopeful boy, nothing particularly interesting there. Across the world at that time, one in seven teenagers planned or hoped to become a Jaeger pilot. One in four hoped to work to end the Kaiju attacks in some way. Yet these two, not because of any particular brilliance on their own part, were of the utmost importance. It may be accepted that they meet soon - the pair of them in the early stages of Jaeger training, or perhaps some sort of meet cute like the romantic comedies of days past. This will come - be patient - but first more background. Because background - at least in their cases, as well as many others - is never truly that. Background sucks up the air around a person, as if their past can somehow snatch them back, particularly when drifting. For this reason, it is of the utmost importance that we look at their beginnings.

  
  
  


Wally West skips college in lieu of starting Jaeger training. He passes the first stages easily, making it to the portion in which one must find their copilot. In a matter of minutes, he is paired with Dick Grayson. The boy - only seventeen, below age and only in the program after much string pulling by his adopted father - smirks and laughs. The connection is strong, stronger than most would expect. If Jaeger pairings are usually of siblings or couples, than these two were surely brothers in another life.

Things go swimmingly for a time - Wally buys three copies of every newspaper that has them on the front page, sending one to his mother, keeping one for himself and giving another to Dick who has no desire to keep it. He finds himself with a box of newspapers and a closer friend than he has ever had before. Then, as if the Kaiju know how well things are going for Wally, things come crashing down.

When the Kaiju sucks Dick from his side of the Jaeger, Wally remains connected to the boy for nearly a minute. He sees it all as Dick remembers it - his parents falling, a man taking him under his wing, a dark-haired magician grinning up at him, Wally himself laughing at something, then the strangling fear as the world blurs around him. All Wally sees next is blind rage.

The newspapers call him a hero for a while. Then the question the validity of Jaegers. Then Wally disappears to the north and tries to make it all fade away.

 

Artemis Crock skips college and ends up working in an auto garage. She lasts for a while until her temper - always flaring too hot - gets the better of her. She’s stalking back to the apartment she shares with her mother when the Kaiju attacks her city again. She finds herself alone in the ruins of a once great city - too shellshocked to cry as the Jaeger opens and a man steps out. He introduces himself as Oliver Queen and Artemis finds herself - too old to admit needing a mentor or help and yet too young to go it alone - in his care.

Things are difficult for Artemis - she finds herself on the outside of the Jaeger program for its rise and fall. Somehow, Artemis eventually finds her niche - helping new trainees and organizing Oliver’s schedule. Eventually, Dinah Lance - head of the Jaeger program - takes notice.

Around the time that Lance takes her under her wing, the Jaeger program loses steam. The government begins to pull back funding, the training groups slim down to numbers of ten or less and Artemis watches the science department narrow down to three workers.

The newspapers forget about them and the government salutes the building of a wall around the still crumbling borders.

  
  


It may seem that Wally and Artemis met during their time working with Jaegers. Perhaps they did brush sleeves as they walked down a hallway or mumble an apology as one reached around the other to look at a bulletin board. Maybe he winked at her as she stood next to Oliver during a lecture. It is entirely impossible to say. Time passes and their lives move on. Artemis becomes Dinah Lance’s right hand girl, Wally becomes one of the nameless workers on the wall. Their lives run on two separate streams, seemingly never to cross. Then the Jaeger program loses the last of its funding, making Dinah Lance desperate. That brings us to the start - the true start - of their tale.

  
  
  


“I’m not going back,” Wally says. Lance simply crosses her arms, obviously not believing him. Around them, the crowd cranes its neck to look at the blonde woman. Wally is taller than her by a good few inches despite the heels on her boots, yet the way she stands commands attention. Or perhaps it can be accredited to her looks - blonde, flowing locks, hourglass figure, the damsel of tales from years before. The difference lies in the fact that she has never been in distress.

“World’s ending, West,” she says, but not before letting the silence stretch between them. Wally stares at her words, incredulous that she would admit as much. One side of her mouth quirks up into a bitter smile. “You’ve got a choice - do something about it or let it happen.”

With that, she turns on her heel and begins to walk away. Wally lets her get six steps before catching up.

 

Their arrival at the base is greeted by Artemis Crock. The meeting between the two goes entirely badly. Artemis offers an umbrella to Lance, clutching another against her chest, and before she can offer to share hers with Wally, he slips in the rain. A giggle bursts from Artemis - half nerves, half at the humor of a would-be Jaeger pilot falling on his ass - and Wally glares up at her.

“Who’s the gofer?” Wally asks Lance harshly. Lance turns, hair sliding over her shoulder, and looks Artemis over as if her appearance is news.

“She’s Artemis and she’ll be showing you around,” Lance’s statement is a fact - neither of the pair tries to argue the point. Artemis holds her umbrella out but Wally waves it away bitterly.

“With less funding, there’s only five ships left,” Artemis begins as the pair walk into the hanger. She keeps a fast pace and Wally finds himself glad to have to work to keep up. On the wall, he stayed stationary for long periods of time and it nearly killed him. Artemis points at the nearest Jaeger, a huge green and white beast. “That’s M’orzz, piloted by Megan and Conner Kent. They’re one of those really romantic couples but-”

“I knew them,” Wally interrupts, stopping in his tracks. Artemis straightens at the interruption and he waves a hand at her. “Sorry, you had a rhythm going and all, but I had no idea they got married.”

“Looks like life moved on without the great Wallace West,” a voice calls from behind the pair. Turning, Wally finds a smirking woman with dark hair pulled up in a cheerleader-style ponytail. The similarities between her and cheerleaders clearly end there as she is clad in army pants and a midriff baring top, flanked by two men. Wally scoffs, both confused and offended.

“Jade, can’t he get settled before you three bother him?” Artemis asks, her voice venomous as she steps to stand next to Wally. Her shoulder brushes his and he glances over at her to find her fists clenched at her sides.

“C’mon, Arty,” the girl - Jade, named after stones surely - coos as she slinks closer, “be realistic. Kaldur isn’t going to bother him. I’m Jade, Kaldur’s the nice one and this is Roy Harper. He used to be what little Artemis is now, the golden child, yet a few bad turns and suddenly he’s part of the hydra. That’s our Jaeger’s name, Hydra, catchy, isn’t it?”

“Like a venereal disease,” Wally spits back. He watches as Jade’s smirk turns into a full out grin at the statement and she steps nearer. Artemis steps forward, coming between the two.

“Has she given you the full scoop? About the scandals and drama?” Jade leans around Artemis, the other girl straightening in discomfort, and her voice drops to a whisper. “This place has more secrets than a movie and your girl is involved in-”

“Let’s go,” Artemis says suddenly, slamming into Wally and pushing him away from Jade. He obliges her, glancing over his shoulder to find Jade laughing with the boys. When they get some distance away, Artemis slows and exhales. “I apologize for her. I’d say she’s not usually that bad, except she is. Kal’s actually nice and will probably apologize for all that later and Roy is always sulking. Anyways, as she said, those three are the pilots of the Hydra, our only three-man Jaeger. They work well as a team because their relationship is weird and vaguely sexual, I try not to focus on it.”

“I can follow suit on that,” Wally says, earning a small grin from Artemis. He considers asking what Jade meant when she referred to Roy as the golden boy but wisely decides against it. “So who are the other three?”

“There’s Tula and Mera in Atlantis - they’re sisters and nice, but speak Spanish so they mostly keep to themselves - and then in Bats, there’s Tim and Barbie - also siblings, Barbara is way cool but Tim’s sort of lofty,” Artemis motions with one hand at the last word, assumedly to explain what she means by ‘lofty’. Wally nods at all of this and Artemis smiles before finishing. “Then, of course, there’s you and your co-pilot in White Rabbit. You can meet the potentials in a bit, I handpicked them and-”  
“Are you one of them?” Wally asks, leaning back on his heels. Artemis snorts at that.

“Lance and Oliver would have a fit,” she answers dismissively. “Your quarters are this way, follow me.”

  
  
  


The truth of the matter is it could have been left at that. Artemis could have spearheaded the process of Wally choosing his co-pilot, Wally could’ve chosen someone - perhaps the impulsive boy who darted around the fighting mats - and life would have moved on. Maybe it would have moved on for a short time and without their pairing, the world would come to a screeching halt. Then again, maybe not. It can never be known because they did get paired and Wally did not choose someone else. Instead, he picked Artemis.

  
  
  


“None of them work,” Wally says, throwing his arms up in frustration. Artemis and Lance stood ahead of him, Artemis’s annoyance showing on her face while Lance kept a cool expression. “You said you handpicked them and none of them are working. You know it too, every time I look up, you look more upset. What I need is an actual contender.”

“Who then?” Lance asks, voice low and calm. Wally sputters for the shortest of moments before pointing wildly at Artemis. At this, Lance scoffs. “No, I won’t allow it.”

“Then I’m done,” Wally says, eyes wild. The crowd behind them begins to mutter and Jade and her boys push their way through to the front. Jade locks eyes with Artemis, who reddens with anger or embarrassment, though which is impossible to say.

“You overestimate your importance, West,” Lance booms over the crowd. Jade smirks and nudges Roy with a shoulder.

“And he’s barking up the wrong tree. The little girl doesn’t play,” Jade calls. Lance’s jaw ticks with annoyance and Jade bites her lip, obviously intending to say more but put off by the attention from their commander. Wally exhales hard, clenching a fist.

“Maybe I do,” Artemis says. The noise level of the room drops and it is suddenly as quiet as a church. They all turn to Artemis, a collective movement of attention, and the girl nods as if to confirm. “That is, if Ms. Lance will allow it.”

“It seems that I must,” Lance says tightly. Artemis nods and passes her clipboard to the woman.

 

The pair’s duel is legendary. It is said to be one of the truest matches - equal in its symmetry in only one before. Where Artemis was thoughtful and precise, Wally was quick and fluid. They complimented each other so well that when the match finished and Wally demanded her as his co-pilot, not a person was surprised. The only real trouble comes when they are drifting.

 

“Don’t follow the rabbit,” Oliver quips as everything powers up. Wally nods, assuming the comment is directed at him. He is incorrect and if he took the time to notice, he would see the nervousness etched onto Artemis’s face.

 

The memories hit him quickly. He feels the strongest urge to grasp onto the memory of Dick - the pair of them suiting up, not that last awful memory - but lets it go. He assumes he is out of the woods until the world around him shifts. Calling Artemis’s name is useless, the pair are drowned in her memories as the control board and staff around them work to stop them.

 

The world of the memory is darker and cooler, it smells of the sea. This is the problem with drifting - those who have never done it would assume it is like a movie being played, yet it is more than that. It is the memory itself come back to life. Wally finds himself alone in a stalwart apartment, his only company a buzzing fly. The door bursts open and a man shoves a woman in a wheelchair in. Two girls trail them, the younger of them in tears.

“Crying never solved anything,” the man barks and Wally crouches to the girl. The older one - her sister, assumedly - holds her hand so hard their knuckles are both white, but does nothing to comfort her. It dawns on him who this is.

“Artemis?” He asks. Recognition shows on her face but she continues to cry. He reaches out, but before he can touch her she darts into her sister’s coattails. Wally looks more closely at the sister, the beginnings of recognition tickling him.

“Arty, you have to let me go,” the sister says. Her voice is low and familiar but it’s the nickname that triggers it. Wally stares at her, fully shocked.

“D’n go,” Artemis stumbles around the words, looking up at the girl. Jade, Wally realizes and the realization is too shocking for him to continue to try to pull Artemis out of the memory. Around them in the real world, the Jaeger powers up.

“I can’t stay here with them,” Jade says, her voice soft. Wally realizes she is probably teenaged despite her small stature. She leans down and drops a kiss onto Artemis’s head, ruffles her hair and steps around the parents - who are arguing. The focus of this memory, Wally sees, is not them or their argument.

“No,” Artemis bleats, running after Jade, who had made excuses about homework and ducked into her room. Artemis slams her tiny, child hands against the shut door, punctuating each hit with shouts of “no” or “don’t”. It occurs to Wally that her actions here could resonate in their Jaeger.

Sprinting across the room, he grabs tiny Artemis’s hands.

“You have to let it go,” he begs. “I know, I know how hard it is, but you have to let it go.”

Artemis stares bewildered for a moment as Wally blabbers on, begging her to let it go. He shuts his eyes, perhaps to accentuate the point or perhaps simply of desperation and when he opens them, the tear-stained girl ahead of him is his Artemis, the hands in his fully sized. With a hiccup, the world dissolves around them.

 

As the Jaeger becomes their world again, Wally tries to steady his breathing. He looks over at Artemis and watches, too shaken to move, as she throws off her trappings and runs from the machine. Lance calls after her but the words don’t form into anything sensical to either of the pair. Wally slowly leaves the vehicle and finds Jade standing outside, waiting for him.

 

“I didn’t ever think it mattered to her,” she says, voice soft. When she looks up, her expression is almost accusatory. “Go find her. She needs someone.”

“Why not you?” Wally spits back at her. Jade smiles and it looks like a smirk, yet Wally imagines it tinged with sadness.

“We don’t work like that,” Jade says simply. Wally brushes past her without looking back. If he did, he would find Jade staring at the floor willing herself not to get upset and failing.

 

“Artemis, open the door,” he leans against her door, banging it half-heartedly with one fist. The door remains as it has been for the past hour - resolutely shut.

“If you don’t open this, I’ll have to do something embarrassing and you’ll miss it,” Wally tries. The door slides open and he nearly falls at the loss of contact. Leaning back on one hand, he peers up at Artemis. Her hair is out of its ponytail, splaying about her shoulders, and her eyes are shockingly not any more red rimmed than before.

“Your embarrassing thing won’t be as bad as nearly destroying the Thunder Dome on your first drift,” she says morosely. Chewing her lip, Wally watches her decide something without speaking. A moment later, she plops down next to him, wrapping her hand around her knees. Wally moves the arm he’s leaning on behind her almost unconsciously.

“I mean, it could be, but I don’t think the rest of the crew could handle it,” Wally says. Artemis breaths out a laugh and Wally tries not to preen. “C’mon, it wasn’t that bad.”

“Everyone saw it. Or heard it, at least,” Artemis points out accurately. Wally remembers from days of past that often what you cry out in the drift often resonates into the control station. Artemis scrubs a hand over her face. “I should’ve stayed in the science department with the nerds.”

“You were in the science department?” Wally asks. When she nods, he grins. “Wow, and I thought you couldn’t get any cuter.”

“I-”

“Nope, redacting that,” Wally scrambles, blushing. Artemis simply smiles in response, burrowing the expression in her knees but Wally catches it regardless. The back of his neck flushes. “Besides, one bad drift does not a person make.”

"Are you saying you're willing to go back in with me?" Artemis asks, turning to him. Her cheek still rests on her knee and the remains of the smile still rests on her lips. Wally's heart flips at the sight.

"Of course," Wally replies.

  
  
  


The world spins madly on around them. If they were in the science department - which, at this point in time, consisted of two rather zany boys who admittedly deserve their own tale but in the interest of time, they will be left at being zany - they would have seen what was coming next, blaring on monitors and screaming out from charts. If they were Wolf, Conner Kent’s mutt, they would have sensed the change in the water. Of course, if they were any of those, their story would have been muchly different, so perhaps it is best that they were not them. As it was, they remained unaware as they sat on the stoop of Artemis’s room in a comfortable silence. Then the alarms blared and once again everything changed.

  
  
  


“Suit up,” Jade calls, smacking her hand on the helmets of Kaldur and Roy. Artemis rolls her eyes as she walks past, but her sister grabs her shoulder before she can slip by. Pulling the younger girl into the corrider, Jade swallows before beginning. “Look, what happened in the past is just that - the past. It sucks and I’m... Anyway, you made it and maybe with me there you wouldn’t have and now you’re a Jaeger pilot and kind of a badass so we can just...”

“That’s an awful apology,” Artemis says. Jade huffs indignantly, then shrugs as if it’s entirely beyond her control, cuffing Artemis on the ear before wandering away.

“Hey, Arty?” Jade shouts over the din as Artemis falls into step with Wally. The girl in question turns and nods at her. “Let’s kick some Kaiju ass?”

“Let’s kick some Kaiju ass!” Artemis bellows back. Wally takes up the chant, then Roy and Kaldur in turn. Megan and Conner round the corner and it takes the pair of them mere seconds before joining in. With gaining speed and force, the entire crew begins to cheer it, until Lance finally shouts a command over it all and they disperse into their Jaegers, ready to win. Unfortunately, things do not go that well.

  
  
  


M’orzz, Atlantis and Bats fall in minutes. The two Kaiju - still standing even after taking out two of the tougher Jaegers - swarm around Hydra. In a last ditch attempt, the ship’s co-pilots trick the Kaiju into ramming into each other. The ruse works and the Kaiju are defeated, but at a cost. As the Jaeger comes back to port, it becomes evident that something has gone wrong.

 

“Help,” Kaldur bleats as he falls out of the Jaeger. His arms are looped around Roy and Jade, yet he still stumbles. Artemis and Wally - exiting their own Jaeger - barrel towards him. Simultaneously, the science boys - Bart and Jaime - come charging up.

“We’ve got incoming,” Jaime says, nearly breathless. He rests his hands on his knees while the other boy seems fine. Noticing this, Jaime motions at Bart to continue.

“Right, right, right,” Bart bounces as he speaks and the five Jaeger pilots stare at him. The boy is small with tattoos inked across him and seemingly boundless energy. It’s enough to distract from Kaldur’s injury momentarily. Bart claps his hands together. “Look, so there’s a way to stop it. I mean, not the three that are incoming now, but any of the rest. You just drop a bomb into the breach and it stops.”

“Oh is that all?” Jade looks nearly murderous and Bart skitters behind Jaime. “Kal’s in no condition to pilot, so we’re down to one Jaeger. One Jaeger piloted by a has-been and a rookie. How the hell are we supposed to do anything-”

“You have two ships,” Lance interrupts as she approaches. Two steps behind her is Oliver Queen - at his appearance, Roy straightens up.

“I won’t pilot with him again,” Roy barks. If Oliver looks upset, it does not show. Lance raises an eyebrow, an expression that would normally push down any argument. This time, Roy stays concrete in his statement.

“You’ll pilot with me then,” Lance says. Jade whistles lowly. “Let me suit up and we’ll head back out. Boys, get the ships mounted with bombs to carry out your plan.”

With a nod at the group, she turns on her heel and disappears, Oliver trailing in her wake. Kal sinks to his knees for a moment before his co-pilots hoist him up and carry him off. The science boys dart off to equip the bombs. Wally turns to Artemis.

“What’s his deal?” Wally asks. Artemis shakes her head, clearly shaken by the events. Wally brushes hair from her face and she looks up at him.

“Lance used to pilot but she quit for a reason. I don’t think she can survive another trip,” Artemis says, voice soft. She sighs and dives forward, burying her face in Wally’s shoulder. “We have to survive, okay?”

“Of course,” he says, mildly surprised. Whatever she says next is lost in the hubbub, but he catches something like ‘someone has to’. He digs a hand into her hair and tries to convince them both that they’ll survive.

  
  
  
  


The drift begins and Wally stares steadfastly at Artemis, nervous again that she’ll fall to the memories. For a second, it seems as though she might - a memory of young her eating something with her mother - but her eyes lock onto Wally’s and she lets it slip away.

  
  
  


It comes down to Hydra exploding in the distance - taking out two of the Kaijus. The third - and final - attacks and nearly wins. Then Artemis demonstrates an odd ability to shoot arrows at the Kaiju, massacring it. In the process, their Jaeger is nearly obliterated. Artemis falls, exhausted and Wally picks her up.

 

“I’m gonna go finish saving the world,” he says, cradling her in his arms. She groans and shakes her head.

“Not alone, you’re not,” she pushes at his chest until he sets her down. On quaking legs, she stands and steadies herself with hands on his shoulders. “Together, we’re saving the world together.”

Wally smiles at her, memorizing the fire behind her eyes, the crinkle in her brow as she tries not to show her injuries. He runs one hand down her cheek before letting it rest on the back of her neck. She smiles at that and he darts forward. The kiss is explosive and the pair stumble back until Artemis is backed against a wall. He pulls away and she smiles widely.

“Sorry,” he says and shoves her. She falls into the escape pod with a shriek. It closes on her yelling and Wally watches it shoot up into safety. The dim ghost of a smile rests on his lips as he walks back to pilot the Jaeger.

“You and me old girl,” he pats the console, shoots into the breach and thinks of Artemis’s smile.

  
  
  


What happens next is the most known part of their story. It is indeed a tragedy, the world mourned many heroes that day. For Jade Nguyen and Dinah Lance, their story ended there. For Jaime Reyes, his story truly began there. Perhaps our story could end there. It is surely the end of the story how Artemis Crock and Wally West saved the world. But it is far from the end of their story.

  
  
  


“This doesn’t mean you’re forgiven,” Artemis says into Wally’s shoulder. Wally wheezes out a laugh, too happy with the feel of her against him, the feel of the ocean beneath their dinghy, the air around them that is entirely Kaiju free. He doesn’t take her words to heart, simply draws shapes into her back in lieu of arguing the point.

  
  
  


Wally West is twenty-nine. He likes the open air, dreamcatchers and twirling Artemis Crock’s hair between his fingers.

Artemis Crock is twenty-eight. She hates staying still, Lewis Carroll and mornings when Wally West has to go to work early.

 

To say they are happy is correct. To assume they are heroes is accurate.

 


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